There was a time thirty-five years ago, I thought I’d have little ones attached to my leg forever. They favored my left leg, consequently I had one toned, muscular leg. I could move three children at one time, just by taking a few steps. I was an Uber of an old dimension. During those…

If you were fortunate to have a baby in the fall, there is a good chance that your postpartum depression could be more severe over the holidays. Please don’t wait to call your obstetrician. The holidays bring their own gifts of stress. For many it’s a depressing time of year; a time we’re especially aware…

We were at a party last night when a male friend asked if we’d seen the billboard in Tampa. “Which one?” I asked curiously. He looked at his wife and grinned. “They haven’t seen it. Can you tell?” She giggled. He went on, “There is a billboard advertising… are you ready for this? Cosmetic Gynecology.”…

When my daughter told me she was using cabbage leaves to dry up her breast milk, I thought postpartum depression had struck and she’d lost her mind. We were in the produce department when she felt up six cabbage heads, looking for the largest leaves. She carefully placed them in the cart. “How do you…

Moms, if you are ready to tie your own tubes with a string from the pork roast, please read this article. There are many things about being a parent that I learned twenty years too late. When you’re in the trenches of motherhood, you do your absolute best to raise the little darling. You know…

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…..Over the years, my work has appeared in Erma Bombeck’s humorwriters.org, Scary Mommy, Better After 50, Midlife Bouldvard, The MID, The WIRL Project, The Island Reporter, and others. I am currently working on my next book, Angel Bumps. See the call for submission tab if you’d like to share a story.

I was celebrating my birthday morning in Passa-Grille, our favorite beach spot. The water was calm. The Paradise Grille was serving breakfast. I inhaled the aromas of bacon and french toast as I sipped my mimosa. If it’s my birthday, there is always a mimosa. I leaned back in my chair and tried to imagine…